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~::有没类似傲世的手游|Jimena Carranza::~

~::有没类似傲世的手游|Jimena Carranza::~



                                    • ‘No, indeed,’ I thought, scanning her unprepossessing person with a disgust I could not restrain.'Come, according to promise, to bid farewell to 't, eh, Mas'r Davy?' he said, taking up the candle. 'Bare enough, now, an't it?' 'Indeed you have made good use of the time,' said I.


                                      There was something entirely new in the girl's voice, a lilt and happiness that had certainly not been there at Royale.Bond knew it was time to go. He got up. "Thank you very much, sir," he said. "And I'm glad about the girl."


                                                                      • The drone of the Homer grew louder. He was in the outskirts of Macon. He must close up and take the risk of being spotted. The busy traffic would hide his low-slung car. It was vital to know if the Rolls crossed the Saone for the Bourg road or if it turned right at the bridge and joined the N6 for Lyons. Far down the Rue Rambuteau there was a glimpse of yellow. Over the railway bridge and through the little square. The high yellow box kept on towards the river. Bond watched the passers-by turn their heads to follow the gleaming Rolls. The river. Would Goldfinger turn right or keep on across the bridge? The Rolls kept straight on. So it was Switzerland! Bond followed over into the suburb of St Laurent. Now for a butcher and a baker and a wine shop. A hundred yards ahead the golden head of a calf hung over the pavement. Bond glanced in his driving mirror. Well, well! The little Triumph was only feet away from his tail. How long had she been there? Bond had been so intent on following the Rolls that he hadn't glanced back since entering the town. She must have been hiding up a ^ide street. So! Now coincidence was certainly out. Something must be done. Sorry, sweetheart. I've got to mess you up. I'll be as gentle as I can. Hold tight. Bond stopped abruptly in front of the butcher's shop. He banged the gears into reverse. There was a sickening scrunch and tinkle. Bond switched off his engine and got out.Bond unloaded his books on to a conveniently empty table and took the warm, dry hand.




                                                                                                        • At last, they said, they had momentarily penetrated to the deeper truth. They had for the first time come face to face with the vaster real.


                                                                                                          AND INDIA.